The Bitter Prince

Prologue: A Tale Of Two Mothers The Filth Trenches, Darkened Alleyway, Boylston, England (1749)... Cobblestone streets glistened in the wake of a seemingly unending rainstorm. Thunderous rumbling accompanied by heavy chilled drops beat against the impressive brick structures that made up a large portion of the familiar public and residential buildings. The narrow alleyways were filled to the brim with slick debris and rancid runoff from and around the various buildings accompanied by dirt and grim from the street as a whole. Thousands of privy buckets were thrown out amid the buildings splashing along the cobblestone and contributing not only to the industrialized stench that surrounded the rather poor work-related town but also to the slickness abound as many an unlucky passerby made their way toward their respective destinations barely able to avoid being splashed via the muck in one direction or another. Thick billowing clouds of the blackest smoke from many a chimney puff

Chapter 2: Of Brothers And Hags The Main Study, The Duchene English Estate, Eastern Province, Leighton, England (1762) Alana Duchene sat quietly staring over the large canvas before her. Her keen eyes took in the easy-flowing summer colors as she moved her bush ever so slightly along the painting she'd been of the mind to "retouch" as it were. For as long as she could remember, she'd had a fondness for painting, nature appealed to her more from a romanticized view from afar than it had when she was to brave the uncivilized world a time or two in a bid to bask in the excellence of her surroundings. Alana Duchene was quite a beautiful woman with long flowing hair as golden as fields of unharvested wheat. Her slightly pinked flesh was soft to the touch and without very many blemishes. Her eyes of course were her most impressive feature, a hypnotic gray like the clouds before a raging storm. Her youngest son had thought her quite beautiful and he'd taken to painting as she had quit

Chapter 4: Exploits And Follies Room 5, Tavern Room, The Backstreets, Boylston, England (1762) Casimir DuChene awoke to a constant rapping at his door. Shaking off the grogginess of his previous night's follies, the young noble heir found himself face-to-face with his younger brother. It was quite impressive to see Alain visiting the seedy part of town for the second time that week but he seemed to have a good deal on his mind. The sleeping whores that lined the bed that Casimir got out of were tangled beneath the sheets and each other as he held the door open his naked body exposed for all to see. Alain rolled his eyes as Casimir could not resist offending his younger brother's rather delicate sensibilities. The long flowing golden hair that the handsome pale lad had inherited from his mother dangled over his broad shoulders that gave him a dashing physique courtesy of his deceased father when it came to genetics. Casimir smiled making his way over to a nightstand and pouring him

Chapter 6: The Mysterious Allure Of The Fairer SexThe Old Grove, Hidden Area, Leighton, England (1762) Begrudgingly, Alain Remington made his way back to his favorite hiding place, The Old Grove and as per usual he brought his materials in a bid to finish his painting in relative peace before having to endure more aspects of court intrigue and many gossiping hens at his mother's next party of sorts. He had not expected to see the mysterious Noreen McCray a second time despite her promise to return for lessons and the like and no sooner had he set up, the lass had come from out of the flower bed a sly grin spread across her unforgettably beautiful face as she approached him."And here I was thinking I had frightened you off," she said pleased to see him return. "I did have some concerns that I might have been a bit too forward with you, but you seem to have come out of it alright.""Good day to you, Miss," replied Alain despite his less than enthusiastic demeanor about having to e

Chapter 8: The Pitfalls Of Youthful Impatience The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England (1762) The onset of a storm saw the plans Alain had for venturing to the hidden grove come to a disappointed end as he knew neither he nor Noreen would venture out in such atrocious weather. Despite being home for breakfast this time around, he refused to venture downstairs and mostly worked on putting a few touches on the painting of Noreen he kept hidden from everyone. His relatively obsessive manner alarmed mostly his mother as Casimir set about goading him into having sex with Noreen in a bid to get his childish longing for her out of his system. Annoyed by his brother's callous remarks toward the woman he fancied, Alain avoided him as well by staying in his bedchambers for much of the day. The creaking of the floorboards could be heard as Alain's constant pacing threatened to wear a hole in them. He was completely out of his element concerning his feelings or lack thereof, for the beauti